Kit Connor Muscles Novels & Stories

Lane says, walking up behind him and slapping my father on the shoulder. “One of the best workouts I’ve had in a long time,” my father says, smiling at him. Well, that’s unexpected. “Me too. Your pack has a completely different fighting style than what we have, Ken. It’s pretty awesome! I feel like I’m back in pup school learning how to fight all over again,” Connor says. He’s at least not limping. “You’re not the only one. Your brother is deadly,” Kelvin says to me walking in with Connor.

Selene sits on the couch while Connor takes a shower before their trip. They are already at the hotel, and Jackson has picked up Connor's belongings. They are only waiting for him to be ready so they can leave for North America. Just as she gets up to look out the window, the imposing figure of Connor emerges from the bathroom, filling her view as he dries his mouth. He's wearing only a towel around his waist, revealing almost his entire body—well-defined muscles, creamy skin, and the chest hair that forms a trail disappearing into his V-line. Yes, for a few seconds, she wants to reach out and trace that trail with her finger to the limit.

Connor lunges at me, then at Sean, keeping us off balance, forcing us to react to their rhythm. “They’re like little hurricanes,” I mutter, gritting my teeth as Connor lands a kick to my ribs and Carmen swings a rolling pin. Sean groans beside me, clutching his leg, his limp now obvious. Where and when did she get the rolling pin? Damn, these kids are fast.

"I don't have a lead trainer to push the pace. And you're right... my body doesn't recover the way it did when I was a yearling." Connor nudged me forward, setting the iron on the floor. He grabbed a towel, his touch surprisingly gentle as he wiped the salt from my skin. "Who says you have no trainer? I'll run the hunt with you." I froze. My hands moved of their own accord, tugging at his shirt until it fell away. His true form was staggering—sculpted by years of discipline, his muscles rippled beneath bronze skin like mountain ridges. Connor’s lips curved into a predatory smile. "You've marked this territory before. Still not satisfied with the view?"

Connor seethed. Even his men could see that Connor wasn't joking at all. He had finally reached his breaking point and there was no going back. There was so much patience you could give to someone you once loved but as it stood, Connor didn't have anymore patience to dish out. Kelvin's body convulsed with pain, and his breaths were labored and shallow. His face contorted with agony as he gathered the strength to speak through the blood that trickled from his mouth. Connor, his friend, knelt beside him, a mixture of concern and fear etched on his face.

I hissed at him. Connor turned to me slowly. “I said, The Faction shouldn’t have women, you’re too emotional.” “Fucker!” I leapt across the desk in front of me and put Connor in a headlock. He beat against my arms to release him. But I wasn’t going to, I wanted to cut off all oxygen and waste this worthless piece of shit. “You think you’re better than me? Maybe if you had half as many kills as I have, you might reach my level.” I tightened my grip. His skin was turning red, then had a tinge of blue.

Those weaker young warriors turned as pale as a ghost, and they immediately fell to the ground as their knees went weak. Connor only managed to let out a pitiful yell before his body was sent soaring into mid-air, and he gurgled out a mouthful of blood. Then, he flew out like a broken kite and dropped. Several parts of Connor's body sunk in, his muscles and bones were all broken. Plus, he flew out to a distance of 60 meters before falling to the ground. Moreover, Connor was in such a bad state where his eyes rolled, and blood gushed out from his nose and mouth. It did not appear that he would wake up anytime soon.

I couldn't wait to have her soft pink lips around my cock. TAYLOR* I never in a million years thought I would ever get a chance to be with Connor or Wade, let alone have the opportunity to have them both. I could notice the slight differences in them that I hadn't had the chance to see before. Connor's muscles are somewhat thicker and more defined, while Wade's are slightly leaner. Connor's shaft had more girth while Wade's held more length. Both Connor and Wade are gorgeous beyond words, and they are all mine.

He puts the glass on the glass table and keeps on drinking up to five shots. “Wanna play tennis?” he asked towards the CEO. Connor has a high tolerance for alcohol. He is outstanding when holding the racket. They keep on playing when Mr Davon serves the ball. “You are good at this!” the drug lord said with an animated feeling. He keeps on battering the ball until he scores. Connor is surprised because he is also going to cutthroat with him. His muscles flex from holding the racket. He is making some stretching before serving the ball out of the line.

She said failing to hide back the satisfaction in seeing men fight over her. That is when Jake snapped out of his panic and fear. He looked at Connor and thought I could never have won the fight anyway. He had an athletic build, strong biceps, a handsome face, and these gray eyes that looked almost green, plus his broad shoulders and his height made him impossible to beat. So, Jake walked straight up to Connor.